Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.